The Walker

I've been walking from darkness, running away from all those things that strangle my throat.

I took a look to my own body, it was decrepit, atrophied, almost broken. 

I was on the point of no-return.

I watch the sunset and I wonder if a little monster like me could become in someone able to love, and beloved.

Like a hidden worm waiting for the metamorphosis. At first I was scum, then, I'll be a butterfly.

I'll take the risk. Because I know that deep inside, I love myself.

Everybody loves monsters.

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